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campaign speech - spacekook lyrics

*cough cough*
ahh, i’m sorry
w*we would like to introduce our next
presidential candidate (wodie)
to say his speech
stepping up to the mic we have
mr. preacher, reacher p..?

(preacher $am:)

preacher $am coming through the motherland to f*ck your nan
open hand palm smack a b*tch and throw her to j*pan
cartier diamonds, audemars all shinin’
24’s on the escalade b*tch and it’s all from dope rhymin’
now that i’ve been introduced, let me show you what i do
ridin’ through your hood in a porsche with no tints
just to show you motherf*ckers, yes i live up in this b*tch
word to ken0bi, homie, obie, the lotus lеase the only
the rеst of these whips i own and posty never been this stoney
b*tches always get scurvy whenever preacher emerges
slangin’ cd’s out my f*ckin’ driveway, like i might
pop out your disk if i do might say
and when the night stay, there’s a price above my head
but the me that’s in the mirror, mean it’s you, i get that bread
up on my block do the dang thang, smokin’ rocks, tokin’ spots
watch the rolly tick and tock, i’m l!ckin’ thots
i carpe diem to mausoleum my awesome bm’s
you want to beat him, but nada, need ’em a colosseum
with a god to see him and
slice him with somethin’ y’all ain’t seein’
b*tch i’m supersoakin’ the sum of the gates openin’
now stay quoting him, the legs openin’
and when i’m president tell all the places you can smoke in them
i feel like hov in the flesh, with a couple guns and a vest
unload and i’ll show you a mess, but i’m the preacher, say bless
chess play of a campaign, just like a d*mn game
point blank the gun range is right at your brains
they want it raw and rugged, aww buba
lift up the bar there partner, love her and take her for another
go head and take some of my benny f’s, there’s plenty left
we dont henny sip till the pennies jet and bring
a twenty set of azul chest, we the motherf*ckers
that be housin’ the best
your hoe got a lousy chest and i like them motherf*cking br**sts
but beggars can’t be choosers
so i f*ck her and you lose her
sorry for you loser, probably best if you maneuver
i might be dripped in the bentley
nice tee, night time, tight rhyme, b*tch i’m on my night grind
a bad b*tch a dime a dozen, so i f*ck the b*tch and her cousin
i’m buzzin’ on 20 cents, d*ck l!ckin’ and supper
i’m a sucker for a cool b*tch, d*ck is a pool stick
who you know the swiffer sweeper dopest droppin’ timely
but they don’t like me, nas, i’m not like thee?
i’m f*ckin’ count chocula rappin’ to the nice beat
and i don’t like preists’, i’m screamin’ fight me
motherf*cker crime breeds now catch me with your fine niece
i’m into goat cheese, i’m into creamin’ blow s*m*n
this thick d*ck l!ckin’ b*tch kickin’ and screamin’
before i take a oath, i’d like to make a toast
to the best f*cking emcee, i mean alive or ghost
and we can ride the coast, i put the top down
sunny side, ca, surf zone with a sl*t now
the city shut down, i called your bluff now
b*tch i’m coming through i got a gallon in my cup
uh..
b*tch i’m comin through i got a gal up on my junk
and she be sittin’ vertical and going down and back to up
i’m a dope emcee and me be showing you what’s up
when that colt f*ckin’ sneeze they be soon zippin’ you up
i don’t give a f*ck, i don’t give a f*ck say it twice
roll the dice, scroll the mice, eat a slice, b*tch it’s life
i don’t chew on critics bites, wants the whole f*ckin’ pie
this my campaign speech, vote preacher 2025
ugh, wodie

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